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Satoru Gojo was the last person Toji should be fucking.
Toji had known about the teenager since he was born—a child lauded by the heavens and whose presence was the grace to the earth, the Honored One who held no equal and stood at the precipice of the skies. The Zenin clan was livid. The feud between the three great clans was settled, but only for a shared purpose. They all wanted to reign in the end, and the second the boy was born, it cemented the Zenin’s rivals as their rulers. Not even a Ten Shadows user could compete against him, and even if they could, none of the clan members had shown any signs of inheritance. The Zenin clan was no longer losing. They lost.
Curious about the creature that sent his former clan into such a frenzy, Toji went to see the child. Their meeting was intense and immediate, if one could call their interaction a meeting. While walking down with his mother, the child had walked past Toji. Like everyone else, Satoru Gojo had denied his existence.
Until their eyes met.
Satoru Gojo had turned his head towards him, and for the first time, someone had sensed Toji when he was standing behind them. One would have to be a fool to underestimate how strong the child would become. Years since they first locked eyes, Gojo had risen to heights unseen. No one, ally or enemy, would deny him his self-proclaimed titles. There was so much cursed energy teeming through his skin, Toji could literally taste it on the boy’s cunt.
The two were bound to be reunited. Whereas Gojo was given the blessings of the heavens, Toji was bonded by their chains. Toji half expected them to meet when the boy had a bounty on his head and Toji was on his last dollar.
Instead, Toji had entered the compound for other business. He was tasked to kill a low-ranking Gojo member, along with the man’s pregnant mistress. This was not Toji’s first foray into murderous infidelity. Arranged marriages were the norm amongst sorcerers. The most powerful clans would marry other known sorcerer families or mate a distant relative to heighten their chances of producing a sorcerer. Love rarely entered the equation, which was for the best. Toji rarely saw tears shed when a sorcerer was killed on a mission. However, it meant that mistresses were plentiful. If one of these omegas fell pregnant, they would often be welcomed into the household if the kid could use techniques themselves. Most sorcerer clans operated on a meritocracy. The strongest inherit. It was not unusual for a mistress to rise above her station if her child was stronger than the legitimate children. The wife who hired Toji was not taking any chances.
Security at the compound was unsurprisingly lax. He had traveled through multiple sorcerer clans with the same amount of ease. Toji had gained his moniker of “Sorcerer Killer” not because they were his sole victims but because they were his easiest. They always overestimated themselves, thinking they were superior because the heavens gave them more cursed energy than a monkey like Toji. To prove his point, it was the mistress who spotted him first, and out of respect, he killed her painlessly.
Since there was no one in the area, Toji predicted it would be a good thirty minutes before anyone noticed the two were dead. The illustrious estate was practically empty, with more servants residing in the rooms than actual clan members. In no rush, Toji strolled through the gardens on his way out.
“Who are you?”
Toji was surprised when he heard someone address him. Even before turning around, he knew who it was. The Heavenly Restriction upon Toji voided his body of any cursed energy but enhanced his five senses to the point of divinity. When he saw Satoru Gojo, those blue eyes struck him harder than a blade to his chest. One whiff of his scent, and Toji could taste him on his tongue. Omegas were described as anything between vanilla concoctions and strawberry surprises, but Gojo smelled like pure sex. He could see the beads of sweat on his neck drip down his underdeveloped chest and the slightest stream of slick run down his thighs. He was wearing a yukata—white, cotton-based to combat the heat, and practically falling off his shoulders. Toji knew Gojo was post-heat; it might even be his first one. His dick twitched in approval.
“What are you doing here?” Gojo asked. “Outsiders are forbidden from coming in this week.”
Toji shrugged. “I’m on my way out.” He tried to turn around but Gojo stopped him.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Gojo took one step forward and was almost directly in front of Toji. “Who are you, and why are you here?”
Toji licked his lips. He could taste the boy’s honey on his tongue at this distance. “Oi, brat,” Toji ordered. “Get back inside. You’re causing me a lot of problems smelling like that.”
“Oh?” Gojo was taken aback. Then, he took a step closer. His yukata was off his shoulders, revealing his nipples, hardened and pink. “I smell good to you?”
“You smell like you want an alpha to fuck you.”
“Yeah?” Gojo’s eyes diluted, and Toji could tell he got wetter from the response. “What are you going to do about that?”
Toji smirked. “Care to find out?”
The boy stepped forward, and in a flash, he was beside Toji, reaching out to grab his worm. The boy wasn’t serious about his attempt. This was no more than a game of tag for him. Toji tracked his movement from the moment he lifted his foot. He dodged Gojo’s attempt, much to the boy’s shock, and took ahold of the boy’s wrist to throw him several feet away. Gojo landed on his feet as expected.
“You’re fast!” Gojo exclaimed, his eyes a bit wide. “You have a Heavenly Restriction,” he noticed, his eyes glowing slightly brighter. “Even though you have zero cursed energy, your body…” Gojo looked him up and down. “I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”
Toji smirked. He’d seen that look on other omegas and knew how to exploit it. “Like what you see?”
The boy flushed. He tried to get the worm again, throwing himself at the alpha. Toji barely dodged him the second time. The boy wasn’t in his right mind. His movements were powerful but sloppy. Toji wondered if he wanted to get caught by Toji and get rid of the edge that was clearly bothering him. The boy hadn’t been satisfied during his heat, and as a result, all his muscles and nerves were on fire, trying to release the energy that was pent up inside him.
Toji felt a bit annoyed on the kid’s behalf. Pretty things like him deserved to get dicked down hard. If Toji weren’t on the job, he’d take the boy to a nearby room and pounded his pussy until his insides felt like jam.
As Gojo continued to attack him, a commotion could be heard from the compound. Toji didn’t know if his crimes were noticed or if they were searching for the runaway in front of him, but regardless, he had no intention of getting caught because of the young omega.
On the next attempt to strike him, Toji dodged and took ahold of yukata. The boy shrieked. Instead of ripping it apart like he was tempted to, Toji pulled him closer and tied it up. It was on the verge of falling off the boy’s entire body.
“What are you doing?” Gojo sputtered out.
Being close to the omega was risky, but Toji wanted to make a point. He wouldn’t be swayed by the boy’s pheromones or his position. “This has been fun, but I have to go.”
“Wait!”
Toji kept on walking, ignoring the boy’s plea. The air started to bend around them, and the earth sunk with pressure. Toji sighed. He was sure he could beat the kid in a battle but killing him here would be too much of a waste.
“I said wait,” Gojo told him, with more of an edge.
Toji anticipated his next move. Once he got close to grab, Toji threw him over his shoulder before carrying him back to the compound. Gojo cried out in protest, which earned him a sharp slap on his bottom from Toji that had the boy singing. Toji then tossed onto the wooden floors before running off, despite Gojo demanding he stop.
In hindsight, Toji should have finished Gojo off when he had the chance. If he did, he wouldn’t be letting the brat ride his tongue like a saddle.
The brat was resourceful, Toji would give him that. He figured out the reason why Toji was at the compound as soon as his cousin’s death was announced and even surmised who hired him. Anyone with pull had the means to contact his handler, and Gojo was heir to one of the strongest sorcerers' clans in the world. He told his parents to hire him, somehow convincing them that a child with more power in his left pinky than a whole fleet of cursed spirits needed a bodyguard. He wasn’t sure they were swayed, but he knew from their complacent, adoring expressions that these were not people who denied their child anything.
That was the root of Toji’s problems with Gojo. No one had ever told Gojo “no” before. When Gojo wanted to test his abilities against him, Toji refused, resulting in a fight that ended up destroying a portion of the compound. When Gojo wanted to play with his tool of a cursed spirit, Toji denied him, and this resulted in the teenager stealing the worm when Toji was off gambling and nearly drowning it to “give it a bath.” When Gojo wanted to climb on his dick, Toji rejected him, resulting in the boy getting on his knees and mouthing his clothed cock.
Sex wasn’t something Toji would normally turn down. It wasn’t like he could claim any moral qualms about fucking a kid when he had no issues killing one. He just had the foresight of knowing that sticking his dick into an overpowered teen who already had issues taking “no” for an answer was setting himself up. Despite Gojo’s pleas that it would only be “once,” Toji knew the boy would beg to be stuffed in every corner of the house once he had a taste.
“It’ll feel so good,” Gojo promised while his tongue lapped at his crotch to get it harder. Toji gritted his teeth. He didn’t stop Gojo when the teen pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. Toji’s cock sprung out. His cock was longer than Gojo’s face and thicker than his wrist. It hit Gojo’s cheek once released. Gojo couldn’t hide his surprise when that happened, blinking innocently. It slapped him again, this time on his lips. Gojo moaned, and for the third time, he let his tongue slip out for a taste.
Toji could abuse that perfect face all day. There was something gratifying watching Gojo get slapped around by his dick, letting his cheeks turn red with each smack while his lips got swollen and wet from the precum. Even as he licked his shaft like a whore, the omega was the prettiest thing Toji had ever seen.
Toji had never wanted to ruin someone so badly.
The assassin grabbed Gojo’s hair, making the teenager moan. Toji’s smile went feral. “Open your mouth, princess,” he mocked. Gojo pouted at the moniker but nonetheless complied. Toji guided his length to the boy’s lips, filling up his mouth until he was balls deep in his throat. The boy gagged around the member, wrapping around Toji like a second cunt.
“Fuck,” Toji groaned. He could get off on the sounds alone. He tightened his fist in Gojo’s silver locks and pulled out his bulging red cock covered in sweet, virgin saliva. Toji gave Gojo a moment to breathe before filling his mouth again, keeping a firm grip on his hair as he rode the omega’s face, hitting the back of his throat with each thrust.
Gojo choked each time Toji bottomed out, but not in an unpleasurable manner. His inexperienced mouth was quickly getting used to the sensation and started to meet Toji’s thrust with a swallow, burying him deeper into that warm, tight hole.
Fuck, Toji gritted his teeth, the brat had to be good at everything.
The alpha pulled out before he came, revealing Gojo’s blissed-out “O” expression with his mouth gaping like a circle and his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. The sight alone could have made Toji come. His cock twitched angrily, wanting back into that warm heat.
“Get on the table,” Toji commanded as he pulled Gojo off the ground. He lifted the teenager onto the wooden surface, earning him a surprise squeak. His white panties came off like there was nothing holding them up. The omega spread his legs way too easily after that.
Gojo's eyes sparkled with excitement. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how it’s done,” Toji answered before getting on his knees.
Gojo’s pussy was pink and plush and doused with so much slick he was dripping onto the table. Toji thought his dick couldn’t get harder, but the sight almost made him burst. The alpha’s tongue went straight inside his hole. Gojo cried out, almost as sweet as the honey pouring from him. His slender legs wrapped around Toji’s head so that the man’s face was sandwiched between his thighs, nose pressed so deep inside that the alpha was breathing in juice with every exhale. Eating pussy was always satisfying, but it’s been a while since he feasted like this, mouth open wide, slurping and sucking every fold until his throat was gulping down slick and honey. It was a whole-ass meal, and Toji wanted seconds and thirds.
The more Toji lapped up the juices, the louder the boy got. Gojo made the most arousing sounds, all throaty gasps and desperate, high-pitched gasps of pleasure as his lower lips swelled. When Toji pressed his lips against the pussy, it pulsed as if kissing him back. On occasion, Toji would flick his tongue against Gojo’s delicious-looking cock. Toji hated thinking about the future, but hell would have to welcome him if he left this house without swallowing that dick at least once.
Today, however, was all about this sweet, unused hole. Toji continued to thrust his tongue deep into Gojo, and each time, his lips would momentarily close, trying to clench as if the appendage was a real cock.
Toji almost couldn’t believe a virgin pussy could be so desperate. He grabbed Gojo’s thighs as he went in deeper, nose pressed against his clit as his tongue searched for that special spot that would make Gojo lose his mind. As soon as he found it, Gojo clamped his thighs so hard he almost crushed Toji’s head.
“Please, please, I’m gonna—!” Gojo was gasping and moaning as his vision went white. Toji gave one final lick against his G-spot before turning all his attention to Gojo’s clit, licking it sloppily before sucking it harshly.
Gojo screamed as he orgasmed, his cunt squirting over Toji’s face, dousing his face with clear, white liquid. His legs trembled and released him, unable to keep up the strength of holding him in place. The alpha turned his head to the side and took a bite of Gojo’s inner thigh, right at the junction where it met his groin. He never marked the omegas he fucked, but he wanted Gojo to remember who had this pussy first.
There wasn’t much Toji could pride himself on, but he knew he could fuck. Most omegas who’d endured Toji’s mouth would be completely boneless, slumped over the table like they forgot how to move, while other omegas passed out with their lower halves still twitching for hours.
Gojo was special.
“More,” the omega demanded, almost manic. He used his hands to spread his cunt lip open. It was still raw from the tongue fucking, but Gojo was spreading his lips so far apart, Toji could see through him. “I want more.”
There was a limit to how much greed a person could have, but Gojo was limitless, wanting nothing more than to be filled in an endless cup. Toji could have resisted, but there was no reward for denying temptation. The boy would get his way, one way or the other.
“Keep it open for me,” Toji commanded, ignoring the victorious glimmer in Gojo’s eyes. The omega obeyed and spread himself so wide that he was wincing. Toji’s grunted as he directed his dripping cock towards the gaping hole. As soon as he glided his bare cock between the walls of Gojo’s cunt, Toji knew there was no going back. He pushed deeper until the thin, delicate wall that protected Gojo’s womb was torn apart. Gojo cried out, rather in shock by the pain. Toji pulled out to help the boy adjust, but when he looked down, his eyes saw red at the remnants of Gojo’s virginity on his dick.
“Toji?” Gojo gasped out. “What’s happening?”
The rational part of Toji’s brain shut down at the sight. Toji grasped Gojo’s hips, and in a single movement, he slid all the way inside in one go.
“Toji!” Gojo whined as Toji pumped his pussy full. His sounds were soft and hoarse, inviting Toji to act out in the worst way. He tried to grasp at Toji, but the older man shoved him back, so his back was against the table with his hips raised for fucking.
Toji started pounding into him mercilessly, wasting no time. The hole squelched as Gojo took in the huge cock, growing redder and more swollen with each thrust. Toji watched, impressed by how his thick shaft appeared and disappeared inside the teen. He slammed into the boy with abandon, hips snapping, balls slapping against his cunt, table creaking, threatening to break.
“Are you going to cum inside me?’ Gojo asked, so pretty and eager. He winced and moaned when Toji made a particularly hard thrust.
Fucking slut, Toji thought. He had Gojo’s legs hanging over the table by his side, his entire moving upward whenever Toji pistoled inside him. His pussy was a velvety dream. He couldn’t believe he resisted in the first place.
“You could get me pregnant,” Gojo moaned delightfully.
Despite the warning, Toji made no effort to move off him or stop thrusting. Instead, he ground down harder as Gojo’s cunt milked his thick shaft. Gojo’s omega dick twitched cutely, and beneath his cunt, his ass was dripping onto the table.
“You like that?” Toji smirked. Fuck, why did this have to feel so good? Toji was in no position to have another kid; he couldn’t even care for the one he already had. “Like the thought of me knocking you up with my shitty sperm? You wouldn’t be the first omega knocked up by a piece of shit.”
Gojo wailed at the thought. Toji held Gojo’s wrists over his head as he thrust. He rammed into that pussy repeatedly, letting his balls bruise his ass with the force he was using, making loud clapping sounds as he fucked into him.
“Yeah, oh fuck, breed me,” Gojo begged, breath catching at the back of his throat. There were no protests from him. “Make me a teenage mama, okay? Give me a baby, ah!” He was trying to spread his legs impossibly wide, almost doing the splits on the table.
“You like that?” Toji asked, thrusting deep inside him. He wasn’t a kiddie fucker, and he sure as hell wasn’t one of those creeps who waited for an omega to reach their heat before showing them how to curl their fingers. But hell, he got it. Knocking up a kid who still lived with his parents got Toji’s balls tight. There were too many omegas who learned how to breastfeed before they ever learned arithmetic, and none of them seemed too upset so long as they got to milk a knot in the process. “You’re still a kid. How will your daddy feel when his precious baby has a baby of his own? Fuck, he’ll never look at you the same. You won’t be his baby anymore. You’ll just be one of those sluts who couldn’t keep their legs closed when a dick was in front of them.”
“I don’t care!” Gojo moaned. “I want, I want that. I want to be a hot, young mom. Want everyone to stare and call me a slut, 'cause I let you put a knot in my womb.”
“That’s right.” Toji grinned. He shouldn’t be getting into this. Gojo always got what he wanted, and Toji knew too much about losing hands to bet against someone with Lady Luck on their side. Toji would give Megumi a little brother or sister if he didn't play his cards right. “You’re nothing but a slut, Satoru. Giving your precious little flower to a scumbag like me? Once this tiny little waistline gets stretched out, everyone will know you’re a whore who just wanted to get stuffed by a big dick.”
“Yeah.” Gojo was milking his cock like his cunt depended on it. “Want to make you a daddy.”
Toji's knot started forming at record speed, and he rammed his cock inside the kid with sweat trickling down his face, chasing his high, sliding the boy up and down the table, and fucking the omega so hard, he almost screamed. Toji’s hips jerked erratically before slamming sharply, one, two, three times, finally burying his knot and his cock inside the boy and spurting cum as if his life depended on it.
Panting harshly, he towered over the omega on the table and bit down on his shoulder. The sensation of being bitten so close to his mating mark brought Gojo to a mind-blowing orgasm, with his whole body shuddering and hips jerking as the knot locked inside him. Gojo’s eyes were filled with hearts and stars as the pleasure washed over him, and more cum was pumped into his perfect body.
When Toji’s knot was halfway deflated, he tried to pull out, only for Gojo, nearly unconscious, to come on the knot tugging at his insides.
Toji stared at the boy beneath. He was completely blissed out and couldn’t move if he tried, yet his pussy was ready for more. He couldn’t be blamed for fucking the kid two more times before he was fully satisfied.
In the last round, Gojo passed out.
Toji wasn’t against staying the night in an omega’s bed for a place to sleep. It made up half of his living arrangements. He took the boy into his arms and carried him to his bedroom. Toji wasn’t worried about running into anyone. Since he became the heir, Gojo’s quarters were separated from the main house, next to the Head’s room. The man was deaf and dying and couldn’t see a tree in a forest. After arriving, Toji tucked Gojo into the blankets, so feather soft that the alpha’s hand almost fell asleep when he touched it. Most furniture in the compound was Japanese, but Gojo preferred a Western-style bed. It made it easy to sleep side by side.
Before climbing underneath the sheets with him, Toji checked his phone. His handler had told him a new job would be available, so to keep an eye out for his message. The Gojos paid well, but Toji wanted to stretch his legs. There were only so many missions the Gojo heir could bring him along, and it was a waste to let his collection of curse tools collect dust.
As soon as the screen turned on, Toji’s bored eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth. “Shit,” he swore. He was halfway out the door when Gojo asked him to stay.
“My bed is big enough for both of us,” Gojo invited with a sweet smile. “It’s warmer here than your room.”
“I'm not going to my room,” Toji interrupted. "I have to go."
"You're leaving?"
“Yeah. Don’t wait up for me.” He was almost out the door when an immense force of gravity weighed down the room. It almost sunk Toji into the ground. The alpha turned, watching the boy’s brilliant blue eyes turn to jagged ice.
“What’s so important that you have to leave after fucking me?”
His sweet smile was gone. If Gojo were allowed to act on his feelings, the whole compound would be buried before the morning came.
A lesser man would be terrified.
“That’s not your concern,” Toji replied uncaringly. “I have business to take care of.”
“I’m your business,” Gojo reminded him. “Your job is to take care of me. Every hour. Every second of every day. You’re mine until I say so, and I said: stay.”
Toji turned around to tell the boy off. However, Gojo’s expression surprised him.
Gojo wasn’t just angry, he was hurt. His body was covered in bruises, his cunt was sore, and now the man who fucked him raw was on his way out. The bedsheet could barely cover his shivering body, and his lower lip trembled, clearly upset at being abandoned. “Tell whoever is waiting for you that you’re not leaving me—”
Toji’s feet moved on his own. Gojo didn’t have time to react before Toji climbed onto his bed and pulled his entire body up for a long, sloppy kiss that had the man’s tongue down his throat. They continued to kiss until Gojo couldn’t breathe, and just before he was about to see darkness, Toji let go. He tenderly touched Gojo’s now swollen lips. Gojo looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. The boy was swooning.
“You’re being a brat,” Toji murmured, almost irritated. At whom, he wasn’t sure. “I’d stay if I could.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” If the boy knew the truth, he’d know that sticking his dick into a hot teen was preferable to the hell Toji was going to face.
Somewhat placated, Gojo pouted. “You really have to go?”
“Yeah.”
“And whatever you’re doing, it’s really, really important?” ‘More important than me?’ was the unspoken question. Toji was grateful he didn’t ask. Gojo may have taken his head off with the truth, and he didn’t need any more omegas mad at him. “You’re not just leaving me?”
“Yeah.”
After a moment’s thought, Gojo scoffed. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can go.”
Toji rolled his eyes at the permission. He carded his fingers through Gojo’s hair one last time, making the boy lean into his hand and purr. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promised.
***
By the time Toji got to the city, nightfall was deep in its maturity. He was dropped off outside an apartment complex, and he told the doorman his name. The older gentlemen gave him a suspicious look but had no choice but to let the lowlife in. Once he arrived at the right apartment, he knocked.
The door swung open, and a tiny omega was thrown into his arms.
“You fucking asshole!” A woman screamed at him. “It’s been fucking ten days! You said you’d be back in an hour! What kind of man abandons his kid for ten fucking days!”
A deaf man, Toji thought as he scratched his ear. The woman continued to scream as Toji adjusted the child in his arms. She didn’t need to go through the trouble of lecturing him; the frantic text threatening to drop his kid off at a fire station was enough to send a message.
“You’re not even listening, are you?” Her face dropped as the anger left her face. Now, she looked defeated. “You’re just another knothead.”
Toji’s face remained blank. He had been through this too many times to be phased. Realizing there was no getting through to him, she slammed the door in his face, saying that his dick wasn’t worth this bullshit. He could hear sobbing through the door. Toji wondered if she had told him this before or if he was experiencing déjà vu from someone else.
He'll probably call her a month to see if she was more forgiving. She was one of his best omegas, often dropping hundreds in a single day on him. Her place even had a spare bedroom for Megumi to sleep in.
Afterward, Toji carried his son downstairs. Once on the cold street, he looked down at the toddler. If he remembered correctly, Megumi had turned three maybe two or six months ago. He hoped the boy knew how to talk. “You hungry?”
Megumi nodded, nonplussed by the circumstances. Toji took them to a nearby convenience store, where he bought them a few snacks, bentos, and ramen. The soup did a good job of warming the kid up, but Toji knew he needed to find them a place to sleep. He may have experienced bumming on the streets, but Megumi wasn’t ready for that life yet.
Fortunately for him, Gojo had kept him busy the last few days, so he managed to have spare change for once. He found a hotel room with a single king. After Toji turned on the television. Megumi crept up to Toji’s side on the couch. The two sat together on the couch until fatigue won over Megumi’s body, and Toji had to carry his son to bed. Tomorrow, Toji would call one of his “sponsors” to pick Megumi up from daycare. This one omega had a kid, and if Toji remembered correctly, he hadn’t used the whole “be back in an hour” trick on her yet.
That would buy him at least two weeks, Toji thought as he stroked his son’s hair. Even in his sleep, the boy desperately tried to snuggle up to Toji. The alpha complied by pulling him closer.
This was not the omega Toji thought would be in his bed tonight, but he wasn’t complaining.